Since Su Xing took the helm of Wanshoulou in the Western District, under his deliberate control, the ginseng fruit market has gradually returned to the right track.

So uneventful, nearly half a year passed quickly.

During this period, although the sales volume of life pills declined, after a long period of accumulation, Su Xing still collected a large number of 'black silk threads'.

His cultivation is only one step away from breaking through to the late stage of foundation building....

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The lower layer of the tree realm, a fireworks place in the West District.

In the past six months or so, because of the appearance of life pills, the life of Qi Cultivators has been much more comfortable than before.

——Compared with renting ginseng fruits, life-saving pills that can also increase one-month lifespan can be purchased with only four spirit stones.

In this way, there is a surplus in the monthly income of the woodcutters.

This night, he was still as usual, planning to go to the 'Wenrui Building' on West District Street to be happy and happy....

On the way, a tall black shadow suddenly stopped in front of Qiaobi.

"Who?"

Seeing that the other party stopped him for no reason, Qiao Bi frowned and said: "Can't you see that Lao Tzu is a monk, get out of here if you know each other!" ”

"Roar...."

The shadow didn't say anything, just let out a low, beast-like roar.

It's probably a weird one.

Although the Tree Realm is protected by the Great Array of Spiritual Light, few strange creatures can invade it, but there will inevitably be exceptions to everything.

Some monsters with strong strength or special abilities can occasionally invade the interior of the Aura Array.

Hearing the roar of the black shadow, Qiaobi's heart suddenly felt bad.

He quickly stepped back, and when he distanced himself from the monster, he tapped the storage bag on his waist and pulled out a 'spiritual talisman' from it.

With the light emitted by the 'aura talisman', the woodcutter quickly saw the dark shadow's face clearly:

The shadow was not human, but a 'weird' creature with a humanoid silhouette but a snail's head.

The snail had two synapses on its head, and two huge eyeballs at the end of the synapses were staring at the cake in front of them.

This is a strange thing that has never appeared in the realm of cultivating immortals.

At least as far as he could remember, he had never heard of this strange thing with a snail's head.

If it is a strange strange thing at all, then it is not to act rashly....

on the road.

Seeing that the snail's head had not moved, the cake slowly retreated behind him with a very gentle movement.

During this period, he didn't dare to make the slightest sound, and he didn't dare to move too loudly, for fear of alarming the monster that suddenly appeared.

"Gross!"

As the cake retreated, the snail's head suddenly screamed, and its entire body lay on the ground.

After the monster lay down, the woodcutter found that there was a miniature version of the ginseng fruit on the back of the snail's head....

This strange scene made Qiao Cake have a guess in his heart:

Could it be that this snail head that appeared out of thin air has some kind of connection with the ginseng fruit in the tree world?

"Gross!"

At the same time as the cake had this thought, the snail's head roared again and shook its back in the direction of the cake.

With the shaking of the snail's head, the ginseng fruit on his back immediately flew towards the cake and was embedded in the cake's back.

Feeling that something suddenly had something on his back, Qiaobi's face was frightened, and he tried everything he could to get rid of the ginseng fruit on his back.

But the ginseng fruit is like growing on the back of a woodcutter.

When the woodcutter slashed at the ginseng fruit with a long sword, there was an extremely sharp pain in his back....

And that's not all.

It seems to be affected by the fruit of life, and the back of the woodcutter unconsciously stiffened, like an old man in the age of sixties.

His eyes were cloudy, his steps weren't as brisk as before, and his mind was filled with a strange thought:

'I'm going to offer the ginseng fruit on my back!' ’

'I was born to provide for this ginseng fruit!' I live only for this ginseng fruit in my life! ’

With this thought, Qiao Cake kept pouring spiritual power into the ginseng fruit as he walked....

However, doing so did not satisfy him.

Not long after the cake walked, he met a man who was banging on a gong on the side of the road.

When he saw a living person, he immediately had a longing in his heart: the ginseng fruit needed to be nourished by flesh and blood, so he had to kill the man.

No, it's not.

To be precise, it was the ginseng fruit on his back that wanted to kill the man....

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A month later.

The upper layer of the tree world, inside the Wuzhuang Palace.

"Ugh...."

Zhenyuan Zhenren sighed.

He looked at the hall and the bigwigs of the four districts in the southeast, northwest and northwest, including Su Xing, and showed a sad face: "In the past month, there have been a lot of snail-looking 'slave seeking' monsters in the lower layer of the tree realm, I wonder if you have thought of a way to deal with it?" ”

Hearing what Zhenyuan Zhenren said, all the bigwigs lowered their heads together, looking at their noses and noses, and they didn't dare to look at the real people.

After a long time, a big guy walked out of the queue and said carefully: "Real person, although the strength of the slave hunting is average, and the monks of the foundation period can kill them at will, but the ginseng fruit on their backs is a little difficult to deal with, and we can't do anything about it." ”

"Indeed."

Seeing that someone opened his mouth, another monk also chimed in: "No matter how high our cultivation is, as long as we are hit by the ginseng fruit that is looking for slaves, we will immediately become a slave of ginseng fruit, and become a shell that only knows how to nourish ginseng fruit.... Not to mention taking the initiative to deal with them, it's a question of whether we can escape after encountering a slave search! ”

Seeing that everyone was embarrassed, Zhenyuan Zhenren also said weakly: "Actually, what you said is not on the point, although there is no solution to the ginseng fruit of the slave seeker, but there will only be one ginseng fruit on the back of each slave, and at most it can harm a monk, and then it can be easily strangled." ”

He concluded: "The really tricky ones are the ones that have been settling like weeds in recent times.... If we can't find out the source of the birth of the slave seeker as soon as possible, and before the heavenly court can condemn the crime, we will have been turned into ginseng fruit slaves by all the slave seekers. ”

As soon as Zhenyuan Zhenren's words came out, all the monks echoed them.

"Exactly! The scourge of slave-seeking is far worse than that of the flood beasts! ”

"The real man has a point! If we don't find a way to eliminate the slaves, then the next one to become a slave of ginseng fruit may be all of you! ”

in the crowd.

Listening to the discussions of the monks, combined with the information collected in these days, Su Xing had a general understanding of the current situation:

First of all, slave hunters will only actively attack monks, and will not be interested in mortals.

Because only monks can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, or plunder the flesh and blood of mortals to feed the ginseng fruit.

Secondly, the attack of slave hunting is almost incomprehensible, and all monks who are recruited, no matter how high their cultivation is, will become slaves of ginseng fruit.

Of course.

Just because slaves don't attack mortals doesn't mean that mortals won't suffer.

The monks who were turned into slaves by the slaves of the ginseng fruit, in order to have enough flesh and blood to feed the ginseng fruit, would take the initiative to attack mortals almost every once in a while.

The monks who were transformed into slaves of ginseng fruit, because of the blessing of the ginseng fruit on their backs, their combat power was often much higher than that of the monks of the same rank.

In addition, the vigilance of the slave monks is extremely high, and the number is constantly increasing, and their number has faintly tended to suppress the normal monks.

And that's not all.

The appearance of the slave monks also caused panic in the entire tree world, and mortals no longer dared to haunt at night.

The name of the slave monk can stop children from crying at night.